I was pulled along what sounded like a corridor. I gulped as a door opened and I was thrown in, making me groan before the door shut behind me.

"Y/N." I gulped slightly as someone took the blindfold off but I sighed in relief as it was Scott.

"Oh, thank god, I thought I was a dead woman walking." I choked as I tightly hugged him.

"Don't say that yet, they still have to kill us for the money." He sighed. I returned it and nodded.

"I assume you were with Stiles, so is he okay?" Scott asked.

"He's fine. The bitch knocked him out, so he'll have one hell of a headache when he wakes up, but he's okay." I reassured.

"Good." He nodded. I started to look around as I realised that we were in what appeared to be a boiler room.

"Where are we?" I asked, making Scott shrug.

"I don't know. They blindfolded me, and took the extra precaution of injecting me with a bit of wolfsbane to make me sleep, so I couldn't use any of my wolf abilities to work out where I was." He sighed.

"You must admit, they're smart." I nodded.

"Not smart enough to sedate you though, and not take Stiles. He can still find us, and you can have visions telling us where we are. So, they're not as smart as us." He smiled. I chuckled and shook my head.

"No one is as smart as my Stiles." I spoke, smiling slightly.

Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles groaned as he screwed his eyes up, cradling his broken head. He opened his eyes fully and they widened. He was on the floor of Y/N's room and all of her stuff was still there but she was gone. Suddenly, he remembered what had happened.

"No, no, no." he mumbled as he shot up and grabbed his phone. He clicked on Y/N's number with shaky hands and held the phone to his ear.

"Please pick up baby, please." He choked. He paused as he heard a faint buzzing. He looked at the covers and threw them about before hearing a thump. He choked as he saw Y/N's phone on the floor. He picked it up and saw his own face smiling at him with his number on the screen. He hung up and quickly dialled Scott's number.

"Dude, pick up." He mumbled.

"Hey, it's Scott, sorry I can't get to the phone, leave a message-." Stiles groaned as he hung up. He thought about who else he could call. He sighed.

"Come on. Pick up." He mumbled as he dialled the number and put the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he sighed in relief as Lydia picked up.

"Thank god, I'm so glad you picked up, thank the freaking lord-."

"Stiles, why did you ring me at 3 in the morning?" she scoffed. He sighed and looked down.

"Y/N and Scott have been taken." He choked.

"...oh my god..." she mumbled, making Stiles squint his eyes.

"What, Lydia? What happened?" he asked. There was a pause.

"Your call pulled me out of a nightmare. In the nightmare, Y/N and Scott were in some sort of basement, tied up and they were being tortured." Stiles's eyes widened at what she said.

"Lydia, that's exactly the vision Y/N had a week ago." Stiles nodded.

"Something feels wrong here. Pick me up in ten minutes." She spoke, making Stiles's eyebrows furrow.

"Why-." The line went dead.

"And she hung up on me." Stiles sighed before taking the phone from his ear. He grabbed a jacket and his keys. He dialled his dad's number as he headed out of Y/N's house.

"What's wrong now, Stiles?" his dad picked up.

"Y/N and Scott have been taken by assassins." Stiles spoke, climbing into his jeep.

"...well that was not a call I was expecting to receive tonight." His dad admitted, making Stiles nod as he started to drive.

"I know right, can you get an APB out on them? Y/N's car isn't gone so I don't know what vehicle you want to be looking for." Stiles spoke, starting the journey to Lydia's house.

"Don't worry, Stiles, it's not your job to figure that out. Anything else I need to know, specifically of a supernatural nature?" his dad asked. Stiles thought.

"No, nothing that I can think of." He shook his head.

"Okay. Well let me know if you remember anything." Stilinski responded.

"Will do. I'm on my way to Lydia's now so maybe she'll have something." Stiles nodded.

"Wait, are you using your phone while driving-."

"Okay, love you, dad, see you later, bye." Stiles cut him off before quickly hanging up. He pulled up to Lydia's house and looked towards it to see Lydia walking down the path.

"Come on, our friends could be dying." Stiles urged.

"I know, I'm the banshee in this." She scoffed as she got in the passenger side.

"Have you had any...senses or feelings?" he asked, looking briefly at her as he started to drive.

"I sense something is wrong." She shrugged. Stiles squinted his eyes.

"Well yeah, I'm not a banshee and I know that, anything, like, I don't know-."

"Turn left." Lydia cut him off. He looked at him.

"What-."

"Turn left." She demanded.

"Okay, turning left." Stiles mumbled as he made the turn.

"Where are we going, Lydia?" he asked.

"I don't know. Just drive where I tell you to." She nodded. Stiles sighed and returned it before looking back at the road.

"The last time we did this, we found a dead body." He mumbled, gulping at the thought of his best friend and his girlfriend meeting the same fate.

"Turn right." Lydia spoke. Stiles's eyes widened as he realised where they were going.

"Lydia, this is the way to Eichenhouse." Stiles mumbled.

"I know." She gulped. Stiles sighed as he pulled up to the gates of Eichenhouse. He turned the engine off and looked up at the daunting building, hands on the steering wheel.

"Are you sure they're in here?" he asked, looking at Lydia.

"I'm positive. And we need to hurry, all I can feel is death." She choked.

"That's just Eichenhouse, I think." Stiles mumbled as he climbed out of the jeep. He looked up at the building before pressing the buzzer.

"...hello?" A voice sounded through the intercom.

"Hey, we're here to visit Meredith Walker." Stiles lied.

"...are you family?" the voice spoke. Stiles looked at Lydia.

"Um, yeah, we're her...cousins." He spoke, squinting his eyes. Lydia scoffed at him.

"I know, crappy lie, I'm sorry." He whispered.

"...fine." His eyes widened as there was a click and the gate opened.

"Crappy lie worked. Great." Stiles chuckled as they wandered through the gates and up the stairs.

"I would not want to be stuck in this place." Stiles mumbled as they walked in. They wandered up to the front desk and looked at the man sat there, reading a magazine.

"Hey." Stiles spoke. The man ignored him. Stiles looked at Lydia before turning his gaze back to the man.

"We're Meredith's cousins, we're here to visit her." Stiles tried again. The man sighed, eyes still on the magazine as he slammed a plastic tray onto the counter, making Stiles and Lydia jump slightly.

"Phones, money, belts, valuables, shoe laces, everything of that nature, in there." The man spoke. Stiles looked at Lydia before emptying his pockets into the tray as Lydia put her handbag in too. The man grabbed the tray and slid it onto one of the shelves before pressing a bell button.

"What?" Stiles looked to his left as another orderly wandered over to them.

"These two are here for Meredith Walker." The man spoke. The orderly smirked and nodded before walking past them.

"Follow me." He demanded. Stiles and Lydia exchanged glances again before reluctantly following the orderly. He led them through a door and into a ward.

"In here." He spoke as he unlocked a door before standing aside and extending his arm out to point out at the open door. Lydia walked in first, Stiles giving the orderly a look before walking in too. His eyebrows furrowed as the room was empty, apart from two beds and a small table between them.

"What is this-." Stiles's eyes widened as the door slammed behind them.

"Wait, what are you doing? Hey!" he shouted, banging on the door.

"Have they locked us in?" Lydia scoffed.

"Looks like it." Stiles sighed before turning around.

"Do you think they know about the Deadpool?" he asked.

"Everyone knows about the Deadpool, Stiles." Lydia sighed. His eyes widened.

"Does that mean that-." He was cut off by the sound of the door opening again. He turned around and his eyes widened as the same orderly walked in.

"Hey, you can't keep us here-." The orderly cut him off by stabbing a needle into his neck.

"Stiles!" Lydia screamed.

"What did you just inject into me?" Stiles gulped, holding his neck as his vision started to blur.

"Just a sedative to help you sleep, so you don't hear you little friends being killed." He smirked. Stiles's eyes widened as he stumbled back, making Lydia catch him as he collapsed.

"Stiles, stay with me." She choked, holding him in her arms. He looked at her.

"Protect yourself and the others. If you get a chance to get out, take it, don't risk coming back for me." he spoke as he started to drift in and out of consciousness. Tears pricked Lydia's eyes as she shook her head.

"You can't ask me to promise you that-."

"I can, and I am. Tell Y/N that I love her. So much." He nodded. Lydia returned it, a tear leaving her eye.

"I promise." She choked. Stiles nodded as he slowly started to close his eyes. The orderly grabbed Lydia and pulled her from underneath Stiles, making him open his eyes slightly.

"Stiles!" she screamed.

"Get off her...leave her alone..." he mumbled as he let his head rest against the cold floor.

"Stiles!" she screamed again before the door was shut and locked again.

"Lydia...Scott...Y/N." he whispered before closing his eyes.